If You Can't Stand The Heat Ch. 01

(Unfathomable thank you to my editor BlueStarGrrrl. Your help, guidance, suggestions and patience let this piece of me emerge from it's humble, perhaps misguided beginnings, thanks so much. Truly. My honor to write this with your help.)

Chapter 1

Trees flitted through Shawn's window, their droning a soothe for his mind as the train cut though their wake. New York City was a few hours in his past, and all his knotted up tension and the grind of the kitchen still echoed in his muscle memory. He couldn't shake away the anticipating mental rote of planning his station's 'mise en place' list. Today's list, even though he was sitting here, on the first day of a much-needed vacation. Cooking was like that, it took time to detox from the grind of constant expectation. Trees at 70 mph he noted, seemed to help.

He had a full week off to visit with his mother, who had lived in Delaware ever since his father had passed going on six years earlier. She was a successful novelist, and the relocation to a slower pace to write and recover seemed to well suit her. Shawn kinda hated it. He had been born in 'The City' over thirty years ago, and it was as firmly a part of him as any other. The aggression, the competition, the hustle, the magic was his life blood. Trees, save the fast moving blur of them, just didn't "do it" for him usually.

He leaned uncomfortably in his seat and arched his back. He had sat in a group seating area to try to maximize his leg room, but the maximum of nothing was still nothing. He was tall, 6'5" exactly, and had a good deal of physical presence. But none of it usually availed him in uncomfortable places. He guessed if he had a rich girlfriend they could have purchased a first class car but he'd never experienced his late father's luck at finding someone worth it or even rich. He had spent his 20's having trysts and flings, and he had spent his early 30's recycling the same habits. Unsurprisingly, nothing had stuck. To his admitted detriment, he tended to think of women in kitchen terms. He took them like a hot pan, hung on till he dropped them or got badly burnt.

The physical proof of these burns were more flagrant than the emotional. His arms were terrible and currently brazen in his white tank-top. It appeared as if a sizzling snow-board had woven down his forearms. Repeatedly. Each burn was around 1-2 inches long, the searing thickness of the edge of a sizzle-plate, or a half sheet, or a sauté, roundeau or just anything grabbed under pressure and scorch-kissed against the forearm in axial urgent movement. Most of these burns were old. Dark blurry red and brown marks. But the fresh ones, glazed, and shiny, made all of them appear collectively gruesome.

Shawn looked up to glimpse a pair of saucy eyes also following the surveyed sears of his flesh. He hadn't noticed her sit down, lost in his thoughts. But here she was, sitting directly adjacent from him in the opposite group seat....

Light brown skin, of some almost Indian decent, like maybe Pakistani. She was impossible to miss if you weren't lost in culinary tree dreams. Light brown delicate complexion, deep brown eyes & a dark brown bob of hair framing her eyes, jaw and lips. She was doll-sized, but her presence wasn't plastic. It was quite definitely on some display though. She wore a dark designer dappled cotton t-shirt with some artful rips showing both skin and the fabric of her bra. Her breasts were hardly substantial enough to warrant one. But her small frame didn't demand more. She wore a stylised mid length skirt, with small bare feet in a pair of snug black glossed non-kitchen clogs. The eyes, the bob, the rips, the look...wow.

She reciprocated his slow survey, returning his look without insecurity, or the coyness so often associated with catching someone's eye. This wasn't a catch, it was a hunt. She crossed her legs and leaned back slowly studying him. They both smiled.

He broke from his reverie of her appearance as two pairs of seriously large people sought to sit in their shared group seating area. They both shared a sigh of mutual annoyance and sought the aisle. Getting trapped in the group seats, with a big group kinda killed the advantage of sitting there in the first place. They rose, simultaneously, literally slamming into each-other and her falling back down. Yeah, she was tiny. And he wasn't.

"Oh! Sorry!" He exclaimed.

"Sarah," she said weakly, as she regained her feet. He heard her, but failed to keep her gaze as she adjusted her thankfully high hiked skirt. Oh. Oh. Wow.

"Oh Sorry, Sarah." she continued with greater emphasis, catching his roving eyes with another smile. They both stepped back letting the other big passengers through.

"When I get thrown down by a big guy, I like him to use my name." She kept smiling. Shawn reached over after the migration of passengers and put his hand on her shoulder. His finger tips almost grazing the middle of her miniature frame.

He smiled :"Completely noted, I promise I will." They were closer than he had intended, but she smelled amazing. He continued: "Feel like taking a walk?" He took a breath and added, "Sarah." He just said her name, but it felt good. And yeah she liked his burns, and he liked her clogs. She was a new hot hot hot pan.

He kept his hand on her back but slid it down boldly feeling the channel of her spine and amazingly compact form under his paced fingers. He held his other hand outstretched, hopeful she would take it. She slipped both her tiny hands into his one, as if she was about to curtsey. And he pivoted quickly, dropping his duffel on his seat and ensuring the manatee couples adjacent to them that they would return.

The train shook quickly after about 15 steps and they fell back against the metal bathroom door that was rattling slid-ajar. He stumbled and she fell quite gracefully flush back into him. She was warm, and close, and tilted her head back against his chest to catch his eye.

The metal of the door finally stopped shaking and he slid the door open just as she spun around him and inside. He slammed it closed again, hitting the lock as she placed both hands around his neck. He gently pushed her away from him against the sink pantomiming another throw-down. Following with a playful "Oh! Sorry, Sarah."

She replaced her hands, this time more forcefully and quipped, "And I don't know your name."

"Nope." he replied and dipped low to scoop under that skirt with both arms, grabbing her ass forcefully, picking her up. She melted into him and they kissed. Slowly. Surprisingly slowly. As frantically as the physical had begun to notch, their lips were on smolder.

She writhed with compacted movement against his hands. Her ass was literally hot to the touch, & filled his grip. And he gripped. They broke after a luxurious minute and he let her sink down his body to the floor. He ripped off his tank top and bunched it on the sink's counter to give her a warmer place to get wet. She ran her fingers up his chest, grabbing his body pulling him forward. Her ass firmly spread, on its precipice, her skirt naturally rehiked itself up her legs. It gave him the time, the invitation to touch. Her. Everywhere.

His hands gave sampled rough squeezes all over. Learning her grips, teaching her his. Her neck, with a thumbed tracing of her clavicle through the ripped shirt, her shoulders and her arched back with its edged line of hard-working muscle. The suck of her jaw, he held it and he kissed it. Touched, nuzzled, kissed, he met her body with his. In rapid succession she shared his grips by pushing against him and grabbing back. No form of accident found him on his knees with his eyes nearly closed tasting her contours. Feeling the goosebumps of her inner thighs graze his lips. She helped to guide him down and took the initiative to slide the crotch of her soggy black panties to the left, giving him full access to her eagerness. He took wet hard sucks and lingering licks on her inner thigh. Biting her loins and flicking his wet tongue hard against the taut muscle.

She leaned forward kissing the top of his smooth crew cut; then scratching little manicured claws down his back. He let the corners of his mouth release his salivation at the tasty edge of her labia. She was kissing and sucking on his neck and back. Biting and scratching like an overpowered animal.

She was special. Her honey pot was tinged with a dark purple color and a ready glisten. With purple wrinkled outer lips and an inner pink blossom. He kissed it. It wasn't his style to go right for it, he liked to ramp up. Tease. But he didn't, he couldn't resist. He kissed and made out with her lavender color. She whimper'd. And full drum slapped her tiny hands on the canvas of his back. Fuck yeah.

He used his tongue quickly, to playfully get the sweet out of her pulp. She started to gyrate her hips against his face, forcefully sliding that wet pussy up and down his nose and chin. He took his right hand and curled 2 fingers into her hungry hole and started jiggling the tiny hood of her clit with his tongue. He began long licking between his fingers, alternating between glazing the outside and then the inside of each sculpted lip. She slapped both hands on his face, guided him to where she wanted it and told him, "Lick there, lick there!" And he licked. Right. There.

Her pearl grew in its presence immediately and peek'd out under the friction'd buds of his taste. He met her eyes and took it tingling awake between his lips. Suckling it and flicking his tongue against it raw. She moaned loudly wriggling out of her bra and squeezing her kebob worthy pointy hard brown nipples. He suckled on the perked clit, flicking it deliciously whilst still resuming every chance he got to lick her: There.

He kept digging his deep curled fingers up inside her toward her stomach. He beckoned with his two fingers, fast curling them into her. She oozed honey into his palm. Oh, it tasted so good. She dragged his head up and kissed him. He started finger banging her hard and they kissed again without smolder. Pure hungry face sucks. He unconsciously started to buck his hips, the kisses were so fuck-oriented. He grabbed the crotch of her bunched panties, and ripped them off and they hit the floor of the train bathroom with a sopping impact. Her skirt not far behind. He got back down on his knees and she popped off the sink in front of him. They looked at each-other eye to eye, him on his knees, her almost naked save a ripped t-shirt on the balls of her feet. Her tiny form only inches taller than his long one.

He lifted her up and she squeak'd in surprise as he planted his hands on her back, her ass in the crooks of his arms. She wrapped her legs around his head for balance. She gripped the train ceiling's luggage loops for even more support and squeezed her thighs tight around his face, covering his ears. He couldn't care less; he kissed the wet jelly of total pussy immersion. Deep kisses, sucking the edges of her hole just so he could take a breath and then back to tongue slapping her folds. Pussy juice ran down the middle of his chest muscles and her wetness quiver'd. He ate. And ate. And swallowed. And in about 10 minutes, she rode his chin to a rolling barrage of pelvic hiccups. Her body shook, she moaned. He could feel it most of all in his ears that got inadvertently flogged by her clapping thighs.

Finally the pressure around his head released and he relented his kissing and let her sensitivity recalibrate, sucking instead on her thigh run-off. Lapping up that flavor. He took the time to unbutton his fly and let his thick cock flop heavy out of his pants. He stayed knelt on one knee but let her slide her wetness down his stomach. Her brown tootsie roll nipples penetrated that dappled shirt with its overpriced rips so well it actually looked more sexual than sexy. Nip fucking her own t-shirt to the hilt. Her ass was so grip-worthy. Just made to be squeezed.

She laughed: "Ooooh my god, that was awesome!!" He started to suck on her longest nipple. The right one. She laughed again, right up against his ear. "You're NOT full yet?"

He smiled, he liked her laugh it reminded him of his mom. Full of life and sexy. He was thinking about his mom while sucking on this girl's nipples. Oh my... If only people on a cook's paycheck could afford therapy....

He laughed at the ridiculous thought and replied: "Full? No! You?" She purred, like literally. And gave him another laughter-induced dose of his mom. He was rock hard, thinking about his mom again. He rose up on two feet, with bent knees and swung his cock hard against her spread ass before she even began to say something. The smack of his heavy cock on held ass was so powerful, and flush of skin on skin friction lit up her eyes.

He was on fire. He wanted to fuck her, pound her, suck her tits and hear her laugh. He stood up fully and effortlessly flipped her body in his arms. She gave him a final excited mirthy laugh & wriggled out of her ripped shirt.. and hung. Her naked form inverted. He could feel her long curry nips flick down his abs. Her hot breath on his cock as she spoke: "Oh My God."

He was used to this reaction. He didn't have a tremendously long dick, not any more than average. But it was criminally thick. Like a veined 20 ounce bottle thickness. She took her hands and gripped his hilt and shaft hand over hand. Wrapping both little fists around his shaft she started. Sucking. Fiercely. And his tongue speared her pussy hole back.

She slurped his cum hole working to wrap her mouth firmly over it. He resumed the cinema of her much much much more puffy purple lips. Seeing her juices start to pool out now into her asshole and drip down her back was a nice affirmation.

"Mmmmmmhhhmmm!". "Mmmmmmmmmm!"

They both started to moan as she stretched her lips over the meaty edges of his cock head and sunk her lips on his veined girth. He dropped his pants and boxers around his knees. Her little sharp nails felt great hard gripped and clamped on his shaft. She was milking him. Making his shorn heavy balls start to swing playfully against her forehead. She worked her mouth with hunger.

She sucked and sucked and while she did it her pussy continued to drip earthy cum flavor into his heavy licks. He dug his tongue as deeply as he could inside her and just ramped her taste into his mouth. She was devouring him with rapid bobs. She started to go TOO wild. And he palmed her skull hard and guided her hunger down his meaty stick. She dropped her topmost hand and let him.

She took his cues, and slowed down. And then teased him. Tight gripping fist and hungry wet mouth working fast and then slow, fast and then slow. She relaxed her grip when she sped up and vise-gripped him when she went slow. And he could feel the cum in his balls stir and then recede and then stir uncontrollably and then recede. She was guiding him to an ungodly load, storing it ready and then milking deeper. Rubbing his taint with wet slobber fingers teasing his cum storage. And she was doing it upside down! Oh...my....

His knees got weak. It was unbearable how good it felt and how perfectly on the cusp he was without exploding. What a cock suck. Every minute he felt closer and then more amazed by her control. He stopped licking, and fell back against the wall and just moaned her honey down his chin. The cock coughs built. She rubbed his taint harder in between sucks. She released her grip fully and just opened her mouth so wide it and let him pump her with his hips.

OH FUCK

He palmed the back of her head and pushed her deeper. He let her recover and did it again, filling her lips out as much as deep. She stopped sucking and saliva poured out his mouth and she gasped, "HOLD ME."

He scooped her ass with his entire right arm, burns and all against his patient guided licks and the new visiting fingers of her emerging hand up to rub her pussy while he resumed his moaning licks. His other hand gripped her bob and guided her deep hard sucks up and down his trunk thick shaft.

Her fingers rubbed the fuck out of her pussy dragging her labia back and forth aggressively against his face and tongue. Rough rubbing her hood so hard her pink looked like a whirlpool. He kissed and sucked on her angry fingers. His cock trembled to cough ropes of cum into her. And as he tasted another of her cums, he was ready for his own. It was his turn and he was so overdue for a release. She was gonna receive everything she had earned. He grabbed the base of his cock and started to finish himself, as she raised her stuffed vocal chords in excited-exhausted anticipation.

Just then, the AmTrak announcement blared into the P.A system:

"WE ARE NOW PULLING INTO WILLMINGTON, DELAWARE"

.......... Already? ...........

He literally dropped her with the panic. She swung down, spitting out his cock, falling twisted, face batter'd against his bent knees.

"OOMPH, what the fuck," she shrilled.

He grabbed his tank off the sink, and slipped into to it. His balls were shrieking at him, but he slap-fought his cock back into control. He pulled up his jeans fastening them. But the button fly? He couldn't waste the time on more than a frantic button.

"This is your stop?" Sarah asked in his frenzy. Salvia was webbed over her lips, her eyes wide, incredulous.

He didn't respond. There was no time, and what was he supposed to say? He quick splashed some water on his face; it was glazed like a fucking donut. He grabbed some moist wipes someone had left on the sink and rubbed his chest and chin and mouth. And, then he went to open the door.

"Stop I'm naked!"

And she was, sitting on the metal tread floor of the bathroom, they had literally ripped the clothes off this chick. She looked up at him in total disbelief. Her legs wide open, her pink hole showing its dark overly tongued hollow and still outlined by those insanely purple lips. What the fuck. Her hole was open. It was open. Pink and dark. He looked at her in misery as the train started to break.

"Miss your stop!" she said frankly. "Just miss it. I will suck you, I will fuck you. You KNOW how I suck, now let me show you more." He stared at that open fucking hole like he was hypnotized. She saw his gaze and freak rubbed it to emphasis its readiness. She reached up and repopped open his fly.

Talking as she worked his leaking pole out back into the open... "I will give you every part of me. My ass! My face! My pussy! Just miss the stop and pound me with this tasty beast."

She grabbed him. Hard. With force. Regripped him and slowly returned it to milking. With his cock fully back out Shawn just looked down and let her do it. She jerked him hard and rubbed his open cock hole against her hard titless dark nipples. The train started to break even more heavily and the momentum sent another dribble of escapee cum water out of his cock. Wetting her nipples. Seeing this...she went into overdrive.

Pumping her fist over the neck of his cockhead she put head in her mouth and looked up at him. Her tight fist pounding up and down against her mouth while she rubbed her pussy so hard in concert with her other hand that her glazed baby tits rippled. She sucked another sticky pool of leakage off his tip and kept her pussy busy giving him the same pleasure-pained needy mirror'd expression that his whole being personified. She stood and sucked him by the cock back to the sink and sat back on it naked. Drool lancing down her stomach, shoulder blades against the mirror, she opened her legs wide on the precipice of the sink.

"TAKE IT," she commanded.

The train stopped. They could hear the passenger doors clatter open. He had to leave, he had to, but he couldn't. But he had to.

"TAKE IT! TAKE ME!"

Ah fuck! He needed to cum, he needed it. He went to reach for a condom but his tip was firmly guided against her hole. Her legs spread, back arched, nipples pursed and wrinkled in their erect cum pluck. She looked up at him, skull against the mirror and... was about to say something more but he relented.